{"id":1227,"date":"2021-08-03T15:34:05","date_gmt":"2021-08-03T15:34:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/?p=1227"},"modified":"2021-08-03T15:34:05","modified_gmt":"2021-08-03T15:34:05","slug":"crawl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/2021\/08\/03\/crawl\/","title":{"rendered":"Crawl"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><em>Featured in the 2014 Fall Issue of Rambunctious<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Crawl\nJack Radford, '16\n\nI woke this morning with my hair\nas awry as the magnolia tree&nbsp;\noutside your window\nand I missed the sweet smell of flowers that&nbsp;\ndrifted tantalizingly in through the screen and&nbsp;\ntickled my nose like the softness of your lips\n&nbsp;\noh god how I miss your lips,\nyou were the best kiss I ever had,\nyour lips moved like a guitar pick on\nperfectly tuned strings,&nbsp;\nand it was never too wet or too dry,&nbsp;\nand your tongue traced a map around the backs of my teeth\nand left me with the sour taste of lust in my throat\n\nI miss the way your hands would\nglide slowly, carefully to find\ndimples in my back I didn't know existed\nand I'd shiver when you kissed my neck,\nbut not because it bothered me,\nbut because it reminded me I was human once again\n\nI used to fake my fear of thunderstorms\njust so you'd hold me, just so I could\nfeel your warmth sink into my skin&nbsp;\nand settle among my bones\nI used to cry a lot when you acted cold because\nyou were the only warmth I knew, you were like my sun\nand I couldn't live without you\n\nbut I did\n\nI used to cry a lot, but I cry a lot more now,\nand I hide under the bed during thunderstorms&nbsp;\nas the whip cracks from above&nbsp;\nshaking the house I can't even call my own\nand now I shiver when the wind&nbsp;\nsweeps across my neck,&nbsp;\nbut not because I love it, but because I fear it\nand when hands other than my own&nbsp;\ntouch my skin\nI feel my heart pulse 3 times faster&nbsp;\nuntil it realizes they are not yours.\nthe smell of flowers makes me want to vomit &amp;\nI haven't kissed in a long time,&nbsp;\nmy lips are dry, milky, cracked,\nthey are waiting for you\nto bring them back to life,\ncrawling on singed and charred feet,&nbsp;\ncrawling back to you\neverything will always crawl back to you.\n\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Jack Radford, &#8217;16<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"full-width-single-post.php","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[35,9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1227"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1227"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1227\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1227"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1227"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1227"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}